The FloodLucid greys and lurid crimes fill the tabloids page to page,stories of men, stories of women, tales of children, swept awayfrom what they know, into a new life as time ebbs throughthe wounds of change.Phones crackle and wheeze and tears fill the abandoned streets,tangling with the hopes of a generation lost.A disaster they called it, a lesson to learn for the future world.What world? You asked.The sun peaks for twenty minutes or so during the day before it cowersback into obscurity and anonymity for the fear of being found.People, like rats, scramble to and fro when outside. Looting. Hiding.The world is not how it was an
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